abosco (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} abosco) wrote,@ 2008-05-31 18:24:00 |
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It was twenty years ago today.....
Twenty years ago my friends B & S came down to visit me on memorial day weekend to watch a Led Zeppelin reunion on HBO. As I was watching it I heard someone singing along downstairs in the parking lot. S was getting out of his car and the concert was being simulcast on the radio.
B & S brought their booze, and I had already started on my 12 pack of Coors. It wasn't too long before I was so drunk that I had no idea what songs were being played or if Led Zeppelin was still even on stage. After number 11 of the 12 pack (I had the discipline to stop before I drank the entire 12 pack,) I went to my bathroom to vomit. It was then that I decided that it all had to stop and I knew that I would never drink again.
The next morning I remember driving back from the beach with B and telling him that this must be what it feels like to have chemotherapy.
Twenty years have passed and I wish I could say the cravings had gone, but they're still here. I can remember exactly what a cold glass of beer tastes like and I remember exactly what a rum and coke feels like in my mouth. I still want it all, but I know that if it doesn't kill me, it will ruin my life.
We humans must be the only animals that have desires that if satisfied will kill us.
We smoke, drink, do drugs and eat until we are morbidly obese. Why don't the other members of the animal kingdom indulge in self destructive behavior?
Twenty years ago my friends B & S came down to visit me on memorial day weekend to watch a Led Zeppelin reunion on HBO. As I was watching it I heard someone singing along downstairs in the parking lot. S was getting out of his car and the concert was being simulcast on the radio.
B & S brought their booze, and I had already started on my 12 pack of Coors. It wasn't too long before I was so drunk that I had no idea what songs were being played or if Led Zeppelin was still even on stage. After number 11 of the 12 pack (I had the discipline to stop before I drank the entire 12 pack,) I went to my bathroom to vomit. It was then that I decided that it all had to stop and I knew that I would never drink again.
The next morning I remember driving back from the beach with B and telling him that this must be what it feels like to have chemotherapy.
Twenty years have passed and I wish I could say the cravings had gone, but they're still here. I can remember exactly what a cold glass of beer tastes like and I remember exactly what a rum and coke feels like in my mouth. I still want it all, but I know that if it doesn't kill me, it will ruin my life.
We humans must be the only animals that have desires that if satisfied will kill us.
We smoke, drink, do drugs and eat until we are morbidly obese. Why don't the other members of the animal kingdom indulge in self destructive behavior?
